I sank down to the gutter and moaned about. All the people that had done me wrong. Pucker up here's a mouth and a half. You can't ignore it in the photograph.
Which of the witches do you belong?. the one with the eyepatch or the one. that's highly strung. I know you can't trust anymore. . How do you capture a photograph?.
Who's the hippy now?. I cut it off to make you proud. Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down. I don't wanna be alone again. . Got Jesus' autograph. No handshake or pat on the ass.
I don't want to let you know your hearts an attraction. But I know what you're looking for. It's me you're waiting for. You're not allowed to live anymore.
You say I love you, boy. I know you lie. I trust you all the same. I don't know why. . 'Cause when my back is turned. My bruises shine. Our broken fairy tale.